Hope Mikaelson [1]

[7] the flirt of mystic falls

SEVEN | THE FLIRT OF MYSTIC FALLS

     When dad, mom, Remi, 'Lijah, and I finally arrived to Mystic Falls and into the Mikaelson mansion that my dad said he built, he led me into my room on the second floor. It was extremely different from the one in New Orleans. The room was mostly grey, brown, and black. The wall that the bed was against was brown, and every other wall was grey. The bed had white sheeting, and black pillows. The tub was a couple feet away from the bed, the shower next to it. There was a wall opening besides the bed, and that was the closet: and it had a brown seating in front of the bed. And the last thing was that it had a balcony with an amazing view. 

When we got here, me being the lazy person I am, I just waved my finger around and set everything up. The clothes in the closet, my makeup in the makeup section in my closet (which was basically just a white desk with a rolling chair, but it was my makeup section) and my shoes on the shoe wall (which was basically book shelves for shoes).

Anyways, before we had left for Mystic Falls, dad set up a couple cameras around the city to keep charge and make sure no one was planning anything. He had banished Marcel from going anywhere near Louisiana; he had gotten a little teary since Marcel was like his son. I mean, if I had adopted a child hundreds of years ago, gave him food and shelter, and then he tries to kill me I would get teary too. I mean, talk about being harsh.

Father also slightly informed me about everyone that he used to know in Mystic Falls. By 'slightly' I meant he said too many things. For example, when he started speaking about Caroline Forbes, he also mentioned how they shared an 'intimate' moment. Now, if you don't know what that means, I praise you. But I didn't need that much information.

And by coincidence, today is the full moon; which makes it the day that I could bring Kol back. I didn't mention anything to anyone because I wanted it to be a surprise. 

"Hope, sweetheart, get dressed! We're going to the grill!" Dad yelled from downstairs. If I've said it once, I've said it hundred times; why do they always yell? I can hear everything perfectly. "Alright," I said normally, because unlike everyone else in this household, I was aware of the annoyance yelling causes supernatural creatures to have.